In 1986 I thought I ruled the world. I had just turned 18 and the world was mine to use as I saw fit. In 1988, I almost died in a car crash that would leave me in hospital for a month and on crutches for three.

In 1997, I was on top of the world. I was in a lucrative job and living the bachelor life to the fullest. In 1998, I had been unemployed for 6 months and two of my friends had died of AIDS. 

We’re only borrowing good fortune. What we do with it is up to us – carefree only gets us so far.